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A Jar Full of Eyes
This week I have been lucky,
I paid for everything I found,
and although free beer tastes good,
It's better earned.
When sound doesn't mean anything,
I find silence invigorating,
A new view of my current reality,
Wraps around me.
I'm laying awake. Too early.
Everything is quiet and still,
Two birds sing,
And in an electric tête-à-tête ,
Start my day.
Or perhaps I will go back to sleep?
Where a dusty shopkeeper,
Pays me for a jar full,
Of eyes.
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